the torrent is sweeping me out to the vast horizon unfortunately plain to see through the shrouded distance and when and when it comes to what it will i know what course to take? and when we grind to a halt, I'll hold on to no mistakes
keep on searching for clarity, or honesty, or something worth remembering. keep on finding what I am not trying to seek - anything and everything.
dried up, then soaked all again, this cycle's only resolved to repeat itself until all I can hear are the sobs. not acting quickly enough, tell me what I didn't know. It is a shame that all your surprises have gotten dull.